Water flows
Waterfall cascading,
splashing down,
making mist, giving the surface a kiss.
Falling into itself it splushes,
downward then downstream.It flows
rippling, waving, it moves about,
then the rapids settle in not quite gentle enough.
Tumbling over sharp rocks and debris making sure nothing can pass with ease.
After that it calms down so, the little deer and little doe take a sip of sweet water
and go.
This poem is about:
My country
Our world